Love Potion Number Six
-Markus Zusak, The Book Thief *** An owl came to the kitchen window and shrieked twice, and Branwen knew she’d have two visitors tonight. So she put the kettle on the fire, lit candles in every window, and waited to see what trouble this way came. Her cottage was far away from the river but just barely close enough to the village that someone could walk through the pathless woods to her front door. Not many people did come; not many people liked to acknowledge that Branwen even...